I only have the vaguest idea of where I'm going with this, but it's been in my head for a few days, so what the hell?

Blah blah blah, I don't own South Park.

Prologue

Kenny had been Stan's first. It had started out as harmless experimentation... Stan had thought that maybe, just maybe, he might be in love with Kyle. The feelings had started when puberty hit. Even the slightest glance from his best friend seemed significant. But he just couldn't quite figure out what he was feeling.

Girls were still appealing sometimes. Even though Wendy had dumped him years before, he was still turned on by memories of getting to second base with her. And other girls in the class could also provoke a reaction from him, when they dressed a certain way, or flirted with him. Stan was a teenaged boy, and the thought of damn near anything sexual turned him on. So maybe he was in love with Kyle, and wanted to fuck him into oblivion. Or maybe he was confusing his feelings of friendship with something else.

So somewhere during his junior year, when his feelings reached a fever point, he went to the only person he knew he could talk to about sex and not feel embarrassed: Kenny.

And Kenny had been more than willing to help him out.

What had begun as just an awkward conversation turned into more when Kenny leaned in to kiss him. Stan had protested, but then Kenny had said, "Just to see if you're really into dudes..." and it had all been downhill from there.

He'd fucked Kenny the first time. Kenny fucked him the next time. And thus began their no-strings-attached sexual relationship, that lasted nearly a year before the worst person possible caught them in the act, after they'd snuck into an empty bedroom during one of Token's epic parties.

Almost anyone else would have kept their mouth shut, especially after the hours of pleading Stan had done to keep their secret a secret. But Cartman wasn't anyone else. Cartman relished his opportunity to humiliate Stan. And of course, there was the extra bonus of breaking Kyle's heart.

Kyle was not confused about his feelings. He wasn't bi-curious, and unlike Stan, and he had no illusions about what his feelings for his best friend meant. He knew he was gay. Gay, gay, gay. And desperately, madly in love with Stan.

He'd never confessed to anyone, of course. Despite most people in South Park being fairly open-minded about sexuality, he was still very self-conscious about his image. He didn't want to be "the gay kid". It was hard enough being the only Jewish kid, and the smartest kid in school on top of that. He didn't even want those labels, really. He just wanted to be Kyle.

So he wrote about it in a journal he kept very, very hidden. He wrote about how he felt when Stan looked at him a certain way. He wrote about all the times he'd have to fight his intense urges to just lean over and kiss the other boy all over his face and lips. He wrote about the uncomfortable times when Stan would stay the night, and he'd wake up in the middle of the night with an erection and would have to relieve himself in the bathroom, terrified that if the other boy knew, their friendship would be over. He wrote about the times in the morning when the sky turned a shade of blue that exactly matched Stan's eyes, and how even that made his heart flutter. He wrote, in great detail, all the wonderful, painful feelings he was having dealing with the love that he assumed was one-sided.

What he didn't take into account was that Eric Cartman was a crafty sonofabitch, who would stop at nothing to get dirt on his frenemy, including spending hours in Kyle room while he was out, searching through everything until he found something incriminating. Kyle's journal had been a goldmine.

When Kyle arrived home from synagogue one Friday night to see Eric sitting on his bed with a wicked grin on his face and Kyle's journal in his hands, he'd first started screaming obscenities at the bigger teen, and then started to cry.

Crying wasn't something Kyle did often, but he couldn't help it this time. He knew Cartman knew the things he'd wanted to keep most hidden, and he was totally at the other boy's mercy. They'd come to some terms of agreement (which included Kyle doing Cartman's homework whenever he asked, and coming over once a week to do laundry and clean, among other things), and Cartman promised that as long as Kyle went along with it, he'd never tell anyone. And he kept his side of the bargain.

Their agreement had lasted five months. Five months of Kyle acquiescing to Cartman any time they disagreed. Five months of Kyle being forced to do anything Cartman wanted. Five months of Kyle giving up all his free time to make sure Cartman was passing all his classes. Five months, before Cartman walked in on Kenny giving Stan a blowjob at Token's party, and realized he could kill two birds with one stone: breaking Kyle's heart and humiliating Stan.

Cartman knew the best method in this situation was to be subtle. If he flat-out told everyone what he'd seen, people would accuse him of lying. Rumors were the best way to go.

So he'd found Bebe, who was the school's most notorious gossiper, and told her someone had seen Stan and Kenny in a compromising position in an upstairs bedroom. She'd bought it hook, line, and sinker, and by the time the two boys had rushed downstairs with flushed faces, everyone was talking about them.

Cartman had no intention of telling Kyle. He figured word would get to him soon enough. And he was right.

Um. Ah. Reviews, please?